Mira Oldbranch
Wizard
Mira Oldbranch
Species
Human
Appearance
Mira Oldbranch is a compact, broad-shouldered woman with the weathered strength of someone who has hauled barrels for half her life. Her skin is warm brown, creased at the eyes and marked by tiny pale burns across her knuckles. Her silver-black hair is braided into a thick crown threaded with copper coins, blue yarn, and one dried sprig of rosemary that never wilts. She moves with the quiet efficiency of a dancer, gliding between tables without disturbing a candle flame. Her hands are heavily callused, yet when she casts a spell her fingers become startlingly delicate, as if conducting an invisible choir. The unexpected contradiction is her smile, which is bright, girlish, and almost mischievous despite the grief in her eyes.
“Her voice is low, quick, and smoky, with a soft rural accent that becomes precise and scholarly when she discusses magic. She laughs through her nose, mutters to herself while calculating costs, and lowers her voice rather than raising it when angry.”
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Distinguishing Features
A thin white scar runs from her left temple to the corner of her mouth.
Her left thumbnail is permanently blackened from an old magical burn.
A small constellation of freckles on her right cheek shifts position whenever she lies.
Her wedding ring is made from blue glass and is worn on a chain around her neck.
She smells faintly of woodsmoke, rosemary, and ozone after casting spells.
Voice
“Low, smoky, and quick, with a warm rural cadence that turns crisp and academic whenever she speaks of magic.”
Clothing
A russet wool dress beneath a smoke-stained leather apron, reinforced ankle boots, fingerless gloves, and a midnight-blue shawl embroidered with tiny silver stars. Her belt carries a ring of keys, a ladle, chalk, and three wooden tokens used for keeping track of tabs.
Body Language
Mira leans slightly forward when listening, as though trying to catch words beneath the spoken ones. She keeps one hand near a serving spoon or door key, but her posture feels welcoming rather than threatening. When frightened, she becomes perfectly still and begins smoothing the same patch of apron over and over.
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